Every day I feel like I don’t have nearly enough time. Not enough time to write, or read, or study, and still be able to accomplish everything else life forces your way (like laundry and food shopping and showering).

Yet I still feel like there is too much time. Too much time till I see a cover, or an edited copy of a piece I wrote, or a critique, or my release. 

Always not enough time yet still too much.